“No,” Nick said.

“Oh,” said Nick.

Nick said nothing.

“I see,” Nick said.

“Oh,” said his wife.

“No,” Marjorie said.

“I know,” said Nick.

“Very badly,” I said.

“No,” said the doctor.

“Yes, we,” said Maera.

“No?” the doctor said.

“Don’t Jim,” Liz said.

Nick said, “All right.”

“All right,” Nick said.

“Jim,” she said, “Jim.”

“There it is,” he said.

“Yes,” the doctor said.

“All right,” said Daisy.

“We, I suppose,” I said.

“Me, Manolo,” Manuel said.

“Retana,” he said, listening.

“All right,” said his father.

“Oh, shut up,” Marjorie said.

“This is the queen,” he said.

“I can’t help it,” Nick said.

“Oh, how do you do,” she said.

“You don’t need to,” she said.

“I want to work,” Manuel said.

Dick said something in Ojibway.

“They aren’t striking,” he said.

“You know everything,” Nick said.

“It’s all right, dear,” she said.

“But it will go better,” he said.

“They’re feeding,” Marjorie said.

“I can just remember,” Nick said.

“See, it’s a boy, Nick,” he said.

“You don’t know,” said his father.

Jim said “Hello Liz,” and grinned.

“Don’t get huffy, Doc,” said Dick.

“Did she go all right?” Bill said.

“But they won’t strike,” Nick said.

“I know it,” Marjorie said happily.

“I want to go with you,” Nick said.

“Isn’t love any fun?” Marjorie said.

It was a beautiful country, he said.

“Be a man, my son,” said one priest.

I said, “Don’t be a damn fool, Luis.”

“We have good whisky anyway,” he said.

“Retana,” he said and banged the door.

“I don’t feel like eating,” said Nick.